Emily's hillbillyness has finally rubbed off enough that I'm coming out to feed the horses barefoot with no shirt even.
Lucy is waiting for food in the back pasture.
Rinsing off my hillbilly feet on the steps by the pool.
The other half of the middle yard with a huge shade tree with a hardly visible bench swing and the vehickls resting in the shade because it gets to around 450 degrees here in the heat of the day.
This is not an original idea. I got it on the internet. I thought of Rhianna the other day when I was in a Wendy's bathroom, so I hadta stop and take a picture to send her a text, 'Push button, Receive bacon".Listening to: Albatross, by Corrosion of Conformity.
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